3n a QUotmfain 



T the close of one of our winter trips, my 

 collie Scotch and I started across the con- 

 tinental divide of the Rocky Mountains in face 

 of weather conditions that indicated a snow- 

 storm or a blizzard before we could gain the 

 other side. We had eaten the last of our food 

 twenty-four hours before and could no longer 

 wait for fair weather. So off we started to scale 

 the snowy steeps of the cold, gray heights a thou- 

 sand feet above. The mountains already were 

 deeply snow-covered and it would have been 

 a hard trip even without the discomforts and 

 dangers of a storm. 



I was on snowshoes and for a week we had 

 been camping and tramping through the snowy 

 forests and glacier meadows at the source of 

 Grand River, two miles above the sea. The pri- 

 meval Rocky Mountain forests are just as near 

 to Nature's heart in winter as in summer. I had 

 found so much to study and enjoy that the long 



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